“What the f**k,” Del-Rey snarled, “is that?”
Brim crossed his arms over his chest before he leaned against the wall beside Del-Rey’s chair.
“Reversion of duties,” Brim stated. “The responsiblities of the coya, Del-Rey. There is no longer a coya. Her email address was revoked and all emails addressed to her are returned to their proper owner. Namely, the alpha.”
“You did this?” Del-Rey growled.
Brim’s eyes widened. “Not I,” he chuckled. “That happened at Haven when the memo went out. The server processes the emails. When the official ceremony was called off, Haven had no choice but to cut off the email address. It’s part of the bylaws of the society. Didn’t you read them?”
No. He hadn’t read the f**king bylaws, because he wasn’t part of the society. Protocol bullshit. Societal responsibilities. They were a military base, not a f**king home for wayward Breeds.
“Assign someone to answer this bullshit.” He waved his hand to the computer. “Anya’s probably ecstatic she doesn’t have to deal with it anymore.”
Brim was silent.
Del-Rey stared at the emails again and blew out a hard breath.
“I could assign someone,” Brim finally stated. “Sofia should still be lounging around somewhere; I’ll put her to work.”
Del-Rey stared back at him slowly, his lips lifting in a silent snarl.
Brim shrugged. “As you stated, Anya was probably glad to be rid of the responsibility. It leaves her more free time to spend with you.”
Del-Rey turned and stared at the screen again, saying nothing.
“Should I assign that duty to Sofia, Alpha Delgado?”
“No,” Del-Rey snapped. “Just get the hell out of here.”
He waited until the door closed behind his second-in-command before activating his link to an outside line. He waited until Wolfe Gunnar came online.
“How can I help you, Alpha Delgado?” The other man’s voice was cool.
Fuck he was getting tired of this.
“Fuck with me, Wolfe, and I’m going to come down there and rip your dick off. We’ll see how much your lupina enjoys you then.”
There was the faintest chuckle before the sound smoothed out. “That doesn’t tell me what you need.”
What did he need? Besides Anya, besides that something missing inside him that felt so f**king lost he couldn’t figure out where the hell to find it.
“The interrogation of the bartender. Why have you rescheduled it yet again?”
“We have new intel we’re awaiting,” Wolfe told him. “That was forwarded to your email yesterday evening. You should have received it.”
“I’m sure it’s in that mess somewhere,” Del-Rey growled.
Wolfe’s chuckled was amused. “Yeah, if it weren’t for Hope, I’d be overrun with complaints and requests. I assume you’re dealing well with them though. A military base is a hell of a lot more convenient than home, I would imagine. I don’t envy you the mass emails though. Have you assigned an assistant yet?”
Del-Rey pinched the bridge of his nose. “Just bring me up to speed if you don’t mind.”
“We’re awaiting more intel that Cabal St. Laurents, a Bengal Breed with Sanctuary, is looking into. I’d like to have that intel, which involves the possibility of a Breed having planned these attacks to begin with. If he can identify the Breed and the bartender can confirm involvement, then it would help us pin Engalls and Brandenmore. I’ll give you a call when that information comes in.”
“Thank you, Alpha Gunnar,” Del-Rey bit out. “I’ll await that call.”
He disconnected before Wolfe could make another jibe at him, and activated a personal line.
“Yes?” Anya’s voice was wary. It had been wary for days whenever she answered their personal line.